"Alright," Lexie murmurs, though it's hard, still, for her to leave it at that. Even if this is all an exercise in futility when the real Sawyer isn't anywhere near this place and when this Sawyer is more than capable of taking care of himself when he actually is himself, the fact remains that things aren't right, now, and he shouldn't have to be alone. Whether he even remembers this later or not, he should know that he has someone, that he's cared about, that she would protect him if she could. Tempted to pull him in close to her, she instead rests a hand on his little shoulder, wondering at the very fact of it, how strange it is. "If you think he might, though, you come find me, okay? And you and I will stay somewhere safe together."